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Topic: Highly Sensitive
technovative Joined Sat 03/01/14 Posts: 2644	Sat 05/18/24 07:16 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain.

JulieABush Joined Thu 01/26/17 Posts: 3504	Sun 05/19/24 03:22 AM
Nice poem .

Unknow Joined Thu 07/27/23 Posts: 3621	Sun 05/19/24 12:34 PM
Intense.

JustJosh Joined Sun 05/19/24 Posts: 269	Sun 05/19/24 03:09 PM
Might want to try a Tylenol

technovative Joined Sat 03/01/14 Posts: 2644	Mon 05/20/24 04:59 AM
Nice poem . Thanks, Julie.

technovative Joined Sat 03/01/14 Posts: 2644	Mon 05/20/24 05:00 AM
Intense. Thanks, Storm.

Unknow Joined Sat 07/10/21 Posts: 54502	Mon 05/20/24 11:00 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain. NICE ONE

technovative Joined Sat 03/01/14 Posts: 2644	Wed 05/22/24 04:58 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain. NICE ONE Thanks, Robin.

mig25 Joined Sun 08/10/08 Posts: 1537	Fri 05/24/24 03:58 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain. Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!

mig25 Joined Sun 08/10/08 Posts: 1537	Fri 05/24/24 03:58 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain. Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!

technovative Joined Sat 03/01/14 Posts: 2644	Sat 05/25/24 04:42 AM
Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!! That's a generous compliment, thanks mig.

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